Just Another Girl

I can see it too.
Everything you're hiding revealed
In just a look.
A touch or smell...
Nothing quite compares to it,
To that feeling you get.
For once I'm not afraid.
If I had the chance I'd be good,
And you'd never have to doubt,
So just let me live to tell.
What's another story
In this book of high times?

Self-Reflection: A Meandering Philosophy Lesson From A Know Nothing Girl

Anger, which usually translates into some kind of disappointment, often has to do with oneself, or so I've come to believe. The things that disappoint me most are things I see as character flaws/weaknesses of my own when really they are things I may not be able to control. I've realized that I need to be comfortable enough with myself to admit that I tend to overreact to silly things. Understanding the way in which I overreact and why I can't always control the happenings around me, I also must realize each person takes life in their own stride. My stride just happens to be filled with far more nervous anticipation than the one of the person cooly walking next to me. And I rest.